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It had been nearly 200 years since the death of Azazeal's love, and true to his word he had formed a plan that would revenge his love's death and his exile.
For those years Azazeal had gathered other exiled angels like he and called them 'Nephilim' (Fallen angels) these were his soldiers that would help him achieve his revenge and take over the world with it.
Azazeal had searched far and wide for his army to be completed, the other Fallen angels recognising him as their leader did what they were bid and followed him, as they knew that Azazeal was the only one that could avenge them and grant them their freedom.
Over the years Azazeal's heart grew cold, he held no joy and love since his beloved was murdered; the only object of his desires was to see his revenge come true.
But his plan took many years, and even after the 200 years when he finished his army the plan could not be completed due to a flaw that neither he nor others thought of.
The fates knew that no person could live without love and it was decided that Azazeal could not complete his plan until he had a son.
When Azazeal heard of this, he of course did what any other person or angel would of done…he threw a fit, angered be on belief Azazeal demanded that they should change his fate that he needed a son to be granted the power to release his Nephilim.
But once his fate was written down not even god himself could change the wheels of destiny.
At that time Azazeal locked himself away, brooding that he would never be free and complete his plan. Day and night he spent his time in darkness, never emerging for food or water, he wasted away until he thought of a way to cheat his fate.
Blaming himself that he hadn't of thought of it sooner, Azazeal became his dark and cold self once again; his plan of revenge was put on hold for while Azazeal came up with a new one that would achieve the plan for revenge.
So the plan that Azazeal came up with was the one he thought he could cheat his fate with and that was by getting, basically anyone pregnant with a son that he so desperately wanted.
So at night Azazeal visited the attractions that were laid on offer to him, stalking down the cobbled streets Azazeal prayed on his victims. Selecting a few each time that would take on his attentions, treating them harshly and roughly, trying to get his wanted outcome.
This became a regular occurrence for Azazeal, his former plan for revenge put on hold while a new plan or shall I say obsession grew.
But not matter how many times Azazeal visited the so-called attractions, not one of them got pregnant. It didn't matter if they were pretty, ugly, thin or fat, if he did them so many times he couldn't count they still didn't get pregnant.
Every time that Azazeal went to them he lost I bit more of Catherine, the act of love done with Catherine was now tainted by the harsh reality that Azazeal preformed with those other women at night.
Not once did Azazeal care about these women, the only thing he cared for was the thought of one of them being pregnant with his son, but that never did happen, so he still treated the women he went with, with violence and cruel temperament.
Eventually Azazeal lost hope that had would ever get a son and laid both his plans off until he came up with a new solution that would help his fate along.
So over the next 300 years Azazeal plotted, but at the same time integrated with the mortals around him. He became successful, as he did need to live like any one else.
Azazeal's cruel shell did wear away somewhat over the years but the coldness that was held in his eyes told the tale and hurt he has lived though.
He barely remember his beloved, he remember her face but not of the acts he did with her, due to the many things he did over the years it tainted his memory of his love and erased the bits he wanted to keep.
But now Azazeal has grown into the future and accepted that times have changed, although he does spend time with the women he has given up on ever producing a son.
At the time Azazeal is in his club, surrounded by all the women he could want but it never fills him, he's always left with a hole inside him, empty as neither of these women could ever compare to Catherine.
The club suites his mood and exterior, adorned in black and deep red seats, Azazeal lays back and takes a sip of his drink.
A power surge goes through the club, cutting off the lights and anything electrical sending the club into menacing darkness, the air around Azazeal this thick and sizzling, it was not an ordinary power surge but one of a very powerful witch.
Taking huge amounts of the air in Azazeal feeds off the sheer amount of power that's
Surrounding him.
Whoever had caused the power surge must have been very powerful indeed, and no one had come close to the power that his beloved had, but this person did and more.
Drunken on the amount of power Azazeal inhaled he decided that he would find the witch that rivalled the magic that his former love had and take her for his own.
Lights flickered back on, finishing the last of his drink Azazeal took a stand, grabbing his long black coat he walked out of his club, ignoring the curious and angered glances that followed his movements.
Azazeal knew that he had to find the witch that caused that much power and see what kind of woman she was, as after all Azazeal fed on power but most of all Azazeal fed on beauty.